Busy Weekend

Here I am!  I know it was a busy weekend because I am still tired, but I can't remember just what we did.  On Sunday I took Mom to the Soboba Country Club for their Easter Brunch...a special menu that included lamb, shrimp, crab cakes, salmon, prime rib, etc...it was pricey but really good.  A once in a year (or lifetime) treat.  The only bummer was the compulsory 18% tip.  sucha drag.  I think it was because of all of the chef type people who were there.  Either way, the customer should be the one to decide...
   Today (Wednesday) has been an especially hard day for Mom.  She hasn't wanted to get dressed for two days.  She can't remember to do the task I set before her ten minutes ago, like test her sugar, or do her albuterol treatment while I get her breakfast.  She just forgets.  She's forgetting what day it is.  She used to be able to keep track by the person who was there that day.  Not anymore...she can't remember that far back.  She forgets if it's morning or evening.  I used to try to get her focused on it, but it just confuses her more because she doesn't remember that she doesn't remember.
   On Monday I woke up thinking of all of the grand things I wanted to do on my day off, namely start clearing out the garage of irrelevant stuff, and get ready for a garage sale.  (Do you want the wicker camper hamper?) In the back of my mind I knew it wasn't going to happen.  There wasn't a free minute.  It was like Grand Central here and I felt like the President of the US...go to this room and talk to these people,  go to that room and talk to those people. 
   First, Mom's home-health aide came for her bath, then her Nurse came for her check-up, then Beverly (the lady who watches my shop when I'm gone) wanted to bring Mom an Easter Lily left over from her church,  then some folks from our HOA needed to talk & pick up some mail, then the Von's grocery order.  All those people needed to talk to me.  Then Mom's diaper order came, and then we left to go to her podiatrist in the afternoon and I went to the animal shelter to pick up a cat-trap.
    My neighbors have discovered that the feral momma cat that left her kittens on my patio last year has had a litter in their attic.  Tom came over and helped me, go up there with me, and decide what to do and where to set the trap, and who for.  We have been trying to solve the dilemma but it's been like the farmer who needs to get his goose and his dog over the river puzzle; We tried to trap the momma on my patio but she has been too smart.  She runs back inside.  We want to catch the kittens but they are too skittish and they hide in the insulation .  So we chased momma out of the roof and blocked the hole.  Sounds inhumane, but if we can get the kitties hungry and in distress we can find them.  It didn't work.  They are still hiding from us.  We can hear them scratching but they are in a crawl space under the tub of the upstairs bathroom.  Tonight we were resigned to set the trap for the kittens themselves in the attic.  At least this way they'll have food.  I can't be there which distresses me.  I have to wait for a phone call from the tenants.  The primary task is to get the cats out of the attic.  Bonus #1 would be to get the momma to the animal shelter.  Bonus #2 will be to catch the kittens and get them adopted.  We might end up letting the momma back in, scaring her into moving the kittens herself.  We'll see! 
   Gotta get Mom ready for bed!